An Old Eagle.

by sfiawong   May 25, 2006


An Old and Hero liked Eagle.
By: sfiawong
4/13/2006

An Eagle Stands on the top of cliff,
Waiting for A way West Wind,
It stands so long in waiting,
Just for the wind to come.

The right wind comes,
This eagle feels so lonely to start flying,
It is ready to fly six thousand miles away,
How a long and lonely journey to go?

Suddenly it wants to give up a great dream.
How a great eagle will struggle on its way?
Why it did not do it earlier and younger?
The right wind passes vainly with no use.

The pitiful eagle is growing older and older.
What will be the next great job for this eagle?
Oh poor eagle, take it easy don't look up so high.
You are not the new hero at nowadays.

Suddenly a way west wind blows pass,
that only brings you a loneliness.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Darien

    Old man, you have amazed me with your poetry.

  • 18 years ago

    by sfiawong

    When you are able to fly high and far, catch up this chance doing it when you are able with you power in youth. Please do not wait until you are older and lossing power.

    sfiawong